Soshiyang's murderous gaze did not make Fabius retreat. He still looked calm or a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. After a long silence, Soshiyang said slowly:
"Why do you think I will answer your question?"
"Because I discovered it, I touched the secret, and I had stepped in with one foot in this game... I made my point, and I was not on the side with the crazy believers and their delusional gods."
"Is it enough?"
“Isn’t it enough?”
"It's not enough, would you like if I let you betray the Third Legion?"
Fabius replied without hesitation:
"It doesn't matter. If you want to kill Fogrim, I can even help you. If you want to understand the weaknesses and shortcomings of any person in the Third Legion, I can tell you that Adolon is a arrogant stupid pig. He gathers troops in a place that he thinks he is safe. I can tell you that you can directly destroy him with a rapid raid! There is no problem, and I even need to remind you that when Abaddon destroyed my laboratory, he also destroyed the failed clones. During this period, he may have seen the face of the Eleventh Primarch. In other words, he may also know your secret."
Although Soshyan was a little surprised by Abaddona, he did not show it, but changed the subject.
"Tell me why you made yourself look like this? You never thought that your clone would be like this one day...betray yourself."
"I wouldn't do something so boring and meaningless. This is the only way to ensure that my ideals can be implemented, because the body will eventually decay."
"You claim to be a genetic scholar, but you can't immortalize yourself?"
"Immortality is a fool's dream. My experience in Comoros has taught me a lot. No matter how long I persist, the blight that deeply roots my genetic sequence will eventually poison me. As long as I insist on the existence of the flesh, it will gnaw every reincarnation of me. This hateful phage cannot be cured. This is not a natural disease, although I don't like to use this word...it is an irrational curse."
“It’s not OK to implant consciousness into a new body?”
"No, I've changed my body countless times, it always exists... So I refuse to tangle my rotten body like a ghost, and if I'm going to continue my work, then this option is necessary."
"The clone won't inherit this curse?"
“I went through many trials and came to the conclusion that if, when my inevitable death came, refuse to divert my consciousness and cut off the active neural connection, the curse would lose its goal, and my clone would freely develop and continue my work, just as I was going to do, but without blight that would have caused me to suffer… My work would have continued even if I died.”
Fabius smiled.
"Some things think that irrational curses can make me surrender, so they are very wrong."
Soshiyang nodded slightly.
"So you think you're playing with Sally? Interesting... It's a pity that you're just a toy that's not tired of playing with. Sally once had a chief named Amnak. Have you heard of it?"
"Amnark... seems to have a little impression... King of Hosts? Some fanatical swordsmen often talk about it. It seems to be an extremely skilled existence, even called the Sword Demon."
"Yes, but do you know its ending? It tried to escape from Salis's control, but its master set a game for him to find the stairs to the gods, but he also let him fall into the abyss the moment he climbed the stairs. You probably didn't hear it again after the Great Rebellion, right?"
"You said this... After the Horus rebellion, I have never heard of its name again."
"So have you ever thought that all your seemingly successful things are just ladders that you don't believe in, just waiting for you to climb to the highest level, and suddenly thrust."
Soshiyang tapped his palms.
"With a bang, you will be crushed to pieces and will never be restored."
Fabius was calm.
"If we are afraid of anything, we can't do anything."
Soshiyang leaned back slightly.
"I'm a little uncertain now. You said, what should I do with you?"
Fabius stretched out his hand, gestured up and down, and said excitedly:
"Soshiyan, we have no conflict of interest, I have no hostility towards the elves, and I don't mind your identity and position. We can cooperate! Tell me the secrets in you, and I can solve your problem. If Xerxes is really the emperor's parent-child, it means that his genes also contain the emperor's secrets... No, not only these, gray grafts, what else did Xerxes leave behind? With your special identity, your relationship with Queen Ada must also be related to this secret. I know Ada's arrogance, how could they recognize a human being as king? Unless... you are no longer human, Soshiyan, right? You must be an existence that I don't know now. Give me a drop of your blood and give me a sample of gray grafts. I know you must also be looking for the secrets here, otherwise you will not leave me, because in the Galaxy, only me, only me, can crack this incredible thing!"
Soshiyan did not respond immediately, but stood up slowly, turned around and walked towards the exit. He turned around and said:
"Let Instructor Thor decide all this. No matter what, you have to pass his level first."
After saying that, he left the Black Stone Prison, and then all the lighting balls were instantly extinguished, and the inside was once again trapped in endless darkness.
Only a hoarse and low voice was left to mutter to himself-
What exactly are you...
What exactly are you...
Soshyan Alexey...
After leaving the Black Stone Fortress where Fabius was imprisoned, Soshyan immediately received an unexpected and shocking news.
Talos came back and brought back a huge warship, but the warship was seriously damaged. Talos himself was also injured. Soshiyan rushed to Ulanhuda immediately.
"Talos, are you okay?"
When Soshiyan walked into the white medical room, Talos had already sat up from the operating bed. He was half-naked and had several obvious stitches on his body. Seveta, who had taken off his armor, sat on the other chair, and had a scar on his chin.
Something was actually able to hurt Sevita, and Soshiyan was surprised.
"I'm fine."
Talos shook his head, picked up the Lei Bi drink beside him and took a big sip.
"What happened? I heard that there were some casualties in the 11th row?"
"Ah... I lost more than twenty people, some combat robots, and the bastard, Jando Scolle Walker, ran away for him in the end."
"this..."
Soshiyan looked at Sevita.
"Are there any accidents?"
Sevita nodded.
"It was very unexpected... Everything was going well, and we had already tricked the dog thing Jando Scolle Walker into the ground... The ship was also controlled at the first time, but unexpectedly, a group of people suddenly came out."
"Who?"
"You know the people of the Second Legion."
Soshiyang frowned suddenly, and then squeezed out the name he hated the most from the gap between his teeth...
Chapter completed!